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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
năo gire sua cabeça
macia weeping
os dias hypocritic
a fragrância veio
a luz retirada
como um homem despido mim vai
era muitas e muito um ano há
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
estourou o vinho feroz
eighty anos passaram, e mais
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
as montanhas săo povos silenciosos
căo do gingham e o gato do calico

 



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