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quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
escuro-eyed
era não para esse cheiro singular
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
acima de e para baixo vai
duas fileiras dos repolhos
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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