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o doce com fern e levantou-se
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
f4-lo vęem sempre um jacaré
calma como que segundo verăo
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
acima dos prados ricos com milho
trançado e tecido
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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