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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
este é o arsenal
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
e nse
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
caras bonitas, tragical
diga-me não

 



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