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há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
mundo que muda sob minha mão
nobility da morte outra vez
truely
balançado no berço do profundo
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu sei não onde
o ar é como uma borboleta
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
sobre o rio, no monte

 



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