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escuro-eyed
um pęssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
para entăo without
tręs dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta

 



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