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o prado estava rastejando
este é o navio da pérola
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu gosto d
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
as sombras dos navios
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
como ela
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor

 



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