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eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
eu vou minha maneira complacently
para trás, gire para trás
em setembro
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
simplesmente falando
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu sou uma mulher
eu espero-o
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala

 



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