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os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
do assoalho ao teto
o dia é feito
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
quem ama a chuva
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
melancolia, azul era
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu não queimo nenhum incense

 



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