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nós colocamos
conseqüentemente eu não posso
do sol nem das estrelas
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
você é bonito e desvanecido
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
flores dos bebês
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos

 



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