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é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
para trás, gire para trás
agora quando meus bordos viverem
em sua barraca guardada
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
não gire sua cabeça
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
porque

 



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