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flores dos bebês
existir da cisne
splendor doce
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
não se aflija que sobre
há uma hora do descanso calmo
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
burly, humble-abelha aplanar

 



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