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eu sei o que você está indo dizer
em números mournful
o mais saddest do ano
conseqüentemente eu não posso
e nse
têm você ouvido
e com o pássaro humming
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eighty anos passaram, e mais
talvez
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
era uma oysterman novo alto
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você

 



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