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eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
o ar é como uma borboleta
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
splendor doce
diga-me não
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
muito bem, você liberais
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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