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eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
como uma vela branca
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
temos nós nenhum shame?
agora quando meus bordos viverem
travails da terra
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
não esteja irritado com mim
última meia-noite

 



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