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aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
traga-me a canção macia
na esfera
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido

 



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