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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
splendor doce
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
nós colocamos
ame-me no último, ou se você não
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
o corpo pode confinar
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido

 



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