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o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
sol e vento e batida do mar
felicidade
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
simplesmente falando
existir da cisne
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
o corpo pode confinar

 



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