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eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
era o outono do ano
eu sou uma mulher
sobre o rio, no monte
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
temos nós nenhum shame?
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
agora que eu lhe esfriei
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
esse ano
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
todos tragam os anos

 



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