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filhas do tempo
năo seja falso
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
cai aqui nenhuma luz
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
homem frio stern
desolado e solitário
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
nobility da morte outra vez
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
era uma oysterman novo alto

 



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