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que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
eu gosto d
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
renove a visão do prazer
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
não se aflija que sobre
faça exame de meus bracelets
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
macia weeping
caído assim
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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