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todo meu amor para meu doce
como uma vela branca
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
havia um momento em anos anteriores

 



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