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não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
temos nós nenhum shame?
bonito
qual eu desejo observar
sol e vento e batida do mar
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer

 



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