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pouca porta foi alcançada no último
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
mas alas, sonhos justos
ao longo dos bancos
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
gloom
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
eu ganhei a raça
este é o navio da pérola
era não para esse cheiro singular
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada

 



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