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estourou o vinho feroz
quando você vier hoje à noite
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
assim perdido
com os olhos meek, marrons
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno

 



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