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eu vi a primeira pera
o prado estava rastejando
flores dos bebês
mas alas, sonhos justos
este é o navio da pérola
noite misteriosa
travails da terra
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
escute
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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