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do sol nem das estrelas
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
escute
quando eu retornei no por do sol
vocĂŞ diz que vocĂŞ me ama
o que era ele os motores ditos
eu encho este copo
os prayers brancos pequenos
caras bonitas, tragical

 



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