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eu sou o vento que wavers
flores dos bebês
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
pela costa, pelo mar
eu vi-o uma vez antes
algum queixou-se ao mestre
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
deve ir para trás, disse
o mais saddest do ano

 



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