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prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
cidade que não é uma cidade
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
sob a lua da colheita
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
nós colocamos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer

 



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