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eu estou cantando-lhe
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
traga-me a canção macia
agora que eu lhe esfriei
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
trançado e tecido
os dias hypocritic
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
splendor doce

 



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