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um com você
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
estes sejam
cidade que não é uma cidade
flores dos bebês
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
conseqüentemente eu não posso
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
há um país completamente do vinho

 



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