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disse
Ăşltima meia-noite
esse ano
todo meu amor para meu doce
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
tĂŞm vocĂŞ nĂŁo ouvido
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
com os olhos meek, marrons
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
este Ă© o arsenal
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos

 



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