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as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
veja que eu me dou a você
uma vez este turf macio
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
cidade que não é uma cidade
era muitas e muito um ano há
como ela
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
pela ponte rude

 



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