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a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
como uma vela branca
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
há um país completamente do vinho
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
porque
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você

 



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