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pouca porta foi alcançada no último
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
ainda treze anos
um pensamento doce solemn
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
glass-blower do tempo
eu vi com olhos abertos
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
disse
são você acordado?

 



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