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todo meu amor para meu doce
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
a escuridăo rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
com os olhos meek, marrons

 



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