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ao longo de um river-side
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
estes sejam
teria mesmo seu gracejo
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
com os olhos meek, marrons
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu não pray para a paz
têm você ouvido
lá pela janela na casa velha
seu cabelo bonito
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela

 



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