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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
através do peito aching da terra larga
de nossos lugares escondidos
com os olhos meek, marrons
temos nós nenhum shame?
o que mim lhe devem
nobility da morte outra vez

 



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