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em números mournful
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
os poetas dizem
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu tive um medo em minha vida
duas fileiras dos repolhos
você é bonito e desvanecido
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb

 



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