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frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu sou uma mulher
pela costa, pelo mar
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
a neve sussurra sobre mim
um com vocę
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
renove a visăo do prazer
eu estou morrendo
eu sou fevered

 



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