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a algum os deuses gordos
com o por do sol
escute o mar soando
eu resido na montanha da tabela
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
faça exame de meus bracelets
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
conseqüentemente eu não posso
como uma vela branca
as estrelas caíram do heaven
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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