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eu não pray para a paz
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
o que era ele os motores ditos
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
caído assim
trançado e tecido
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
onde deva mim encontre-o
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu sou uma mulher
esplêndido e terrível seu amor

 



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