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os arcos da ponte vermelha
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
estourou o vinho feroz
material da lua
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
ainda treze anos
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
cidade que não é uma cidade
no alvorecer, disse
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
este é o arsenal

 



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