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flores dos bebês
splendor doce
é ido
no porto de york novo
eu sei não onde
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
não esteja irritado com mim
a luz retirada
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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