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sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
aflija-se não para o invisível
glass-blower do tempo
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
nós que estiveram
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
eu sou uma mulher
ido antes de nós
levantado dos mortos
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved

 



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