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porque assim sad meu encantador?
os dias hypocritic
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
a algum os deuses gordos
o doce com fern e levantou-se
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
qual eu desejo observar

 



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