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há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
conseqüentemente eu não posso
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
olhar além
simplicity
em todas as coisas não faladas de

 



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