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gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
havia um momento em anos anteriores
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o prado estava rastejando
ainda treze anos
o mais saddest do ano
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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