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o que era ele os motores ditos
de encontro ŕ flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
eu vi que o deus vocę a duvida?
em setembro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio

 



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