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eu sei o que voc est indo dizer
o doce com fern e levantou-se
tm voc ouvido
e assim vai
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
traga-me a cano macia
existir da cisne
deixe-me mover-se lentamente atravs da rua
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros

 



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