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eu sei o que você está indo dizer
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
era uma oysterman novo alto
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
última meia-noite
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
glass-blower do tempo
em seus regimentals ásperos
desolado e solitário
melhore do que o granito

 



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