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eu vi a primeira pera
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
noite misteriosa
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
a escuridão rola para cima
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
você recorda
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
nós colocamos
eu estou morrendo

 



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