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a noite era preta e drear
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
em seu vôo
acima de e para baixo vai
calma como que segundo verão
com os olhos meek, marrons
era muitas e muito um ano há
o sol está acima
composto do loveliness sozinho

 



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