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o dia é feito
o doce com fern e levantou-se
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu estou morrendo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
em setembro
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
moonlight profundo e macio
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
com alegria e maravilha

 



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