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meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu disse
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
talvez
seu cabelo bonito
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
sumário em uma noite do vôo
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu năo queimo nenhum incense
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
e nse

 



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