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bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
veja que eu me dou a você
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
os dias hypocritic
do assoalho ao teto
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
o corpo pode confinar
esta é a canção da juventude
uma vida na onda do oceano

 



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