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minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
com os olhos meek, marrons
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
vocę recorda
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
para entăo without
dę-me a fome

 



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