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apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
gloom
os dias hypocritic
poderĂ­amos nĂłs mas para saber
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
cara esposa
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocĂŞ se chama me, chamada
vinho velho a beber
veja o tentative
a mĂşsica i ouvido com vocĂŞ era mais do que a mĂşsica

 



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