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é ido
nós colocamos
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
alguns dias mais ventosos
eu tenho que dizer good-night
filhas do tempo
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
e pão do breaketh mais
caído assim
esse ano
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
têm você não ouvido

 



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