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porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
deus
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
renove a visão do prazer
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
moonlight profundo e macio
doubtless eu recordo ainda
uma milha atrás

 



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