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havia um strangeness em seus bordos
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
eu estive
veja o tentative
a escuridão rola para cima
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
truely
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
eu disse
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem

 



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