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um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu gosto d
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
a fragrância veio
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
onde deva mim encontre-o
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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