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pouco parque que eu passo completamente
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
eu ganhei a raça
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
nós colocamos
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
você recorda
eu encho este copo
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless

 



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