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antes do saint de bronze solemn
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu penso d esplêndido justo
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
você está desobstruído
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo

 



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