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nossos momentos agradáveis voam
diga-me não
sabe uma liberação barata
eu não queimo nenhum incense
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
em números mournful
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu tenho que dizer good-night
e assim vai
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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