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eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
não gire sua cabeça
do sol nem das estrelas
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
agite

 



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