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mas alas, sonhos justos
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
deve ir para trás, disse
eu penso d esplêndido justo
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
como um homem despido mim vai
completamente dos rasgos
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras

 



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