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deve ir para trás, disse
pela costa, pelo mar
o que era ele os motores ditos
bonito
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
dê-me a fome
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
eu sou uma mulher
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
teria mesmo seu gracejo
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu vi com olhos abertos
eu sou fevered
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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