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eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
raça elevado-carregada
e nse
todo meu amor para meu doce
a festa real foi feita
glass-blower do tempo
como águias na elevação ascendente
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
e pão do breaketh mais

 



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