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com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
a escuridão rola para cima
o doce com fern e levantou-se
qual eu desejo observar
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu sou fevered
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem

 



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