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a algum os deuses gordos
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
os arcos da ponte vermelha
o sol está acima
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
e ainda andaram sobre
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
rode-me para baixo pelo prado

 



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