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simplesmente falando
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
vocĂŞ Ă© bonito e desvanecido
a fragrância veio
os dias hypocritic
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
como ele de quem espĂ­rito na chama do meio-dia
em nĂşmeros mournful
escuro-eyed
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
em setembro
balançado no berço do profundo
glass-blower do tempo

 



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