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fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
escuro-eyed
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
era muitas e muito um ano há
era não para esse cheiro singular
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu penso d esplêndido justo
nós que estiveram
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
faça exame de meus bracelets
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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