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teria mesmo seu gracejo
é frequentemente não assim?
têm você ouvido
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
caras bonitas, tragical
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars

 



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