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eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu gosto d
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
diz de épocas velhas boas
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
qual eu desejo observar
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
era muitas e muito um ano há
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
eu sei não onde

 



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