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o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
em seus regimentals ásperos
pela costa, pelo mar
uma vez este turf macio
eu encho este copo
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
são você vivo?
macio como a cama na terra

 



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