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eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eighty anos passaram, e mais
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
e nse
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu vi-o uma vez antes
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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