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nós que estiveram
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
raça elevado-carregada
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
travails da terra
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
deixe-me ser sad
sabe uma liberação barata
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu vi-o uma vez antes

 



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