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eu resido na montanha da tabela
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
sobre o rio beckon a mim
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
esta é a canção da juventude
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
para a verdade, para o amor
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
mil anos silenciosos há
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
doubtless eu recordo ainda
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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