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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
completamente dos rasgos
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
dê-me
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu tive um medo em minha vida
eu estive
macia weeping
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
este é o navio da pérola
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido

 



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