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a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
calma como que segundo verăo
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
escuro-eyed
há tręs maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
receoso năo mais, eu digo
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
eu sou fevered
eu năo queimo nenhum incense
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
a fragrância veio

 



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