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a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
eighty anos passaram, e mais
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu ganhei a raça
arched a inundação
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
a escuridão rola para cima
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
e ainda andaram sobre
deixe-nos plantar

 



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