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f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
acima dos prados ricos com milho
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
completamente dos rasgos
nós que estiveram
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
em seu vôo
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
a festa real foi feita
dê-me

 



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