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pouco parque que eu passo completamente
os céus que eram ashen e sober
pôde tę-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
os dias melancólicos vieram
o alvorecer era verde maçă
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
material da lua

 



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