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a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
acima de e para baixo vai
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
vontade vocę glimmer no mar?
esse ano
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita

 



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