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o ar é como uma borboleta
como nivelar cai
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu amo minha vida, mas năo demasiado bem
é verdadeiro que vocę diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
deve ir para trás, disse
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
veio fazer exame de me pela măo
no alvorecer, disse
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă

 



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