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mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
eu tive um medo em minha vida
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
e nse
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
há qualquer um lá
em setembro
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
e com o pássaro humming
a festa real foi feita
um com você
temos nós nenhum shame?
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio

 



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