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a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
para trás, gire para trás
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
e meu nome é truthful
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
quando eu era um menino na faculdade

 



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