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eu sou fevered
poderíamos nós mas para saber
se ele
escute o mar soando
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
era uma beleza nos dias
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
as sombras dos navios
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
tempestade
a luz retirada
veja o tentative

 



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