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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
levantado dos mortos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
temos nós nenhum shame?
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
você recorda
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
cara esposa
o corpo pode confinar
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
mulher boa

 



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