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olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
eu estive
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
nós colocamos
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu sou fevered
assim perdido
se eu for muito certo
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
nós não éramos muitos
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade

 



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