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vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
flores dos bebês
a escuridão
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
a algum os deuses gordos
vontade você glimmer no mar?
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas

 



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