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faça exame de meus bracelets
uma vez este turf macio
não gire sua cabeça
o alvorecer era verde maçã
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu sou o vento que wavers
na meia-noite
deus
esse ano
ame-me no último, ou se você não
eu sou velho e cego
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
simplicity
o sol está acima

 



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