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e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
noite misteriosa
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
nunca em toda minha vida
pela costa, pelo mar
apenas agora
nós colocamos
sobre o rio, no monte
o ar é como uma borboleta
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
agora quando meus bordos viverem

 



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