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poderíamos nós mas para saber
arched a inundação
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
na esfera
você é bonito e desvanecido
a algum os deuses gordos
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
macia weeping
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu não pray para a paz
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim

 



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