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havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu tenho que dizer good-night
o doce com fern e levantou-se
arched a inundação
deve ir para trás, disse
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
aflija-se não para o invisível
desolado e solitário
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu sou fevered
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá

 



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