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os poetas dizem
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
eu estive
o ar é como uma borboleta
uma milha atrás
esta é a canção da juventude
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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