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eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
deus
os céus que eram ashen e sober
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
eu sou uma mulher
é ido
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
sob a lua da colheita

 



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