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com os olhos meek, marrons
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
deixe-me ser sad
macio como a cama na terra
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
desolado e solitário
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
raça elevado-carregada
eu resido na montanha da tabela
de nossos lugares escondidos

 



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