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quietamente, com reverance, no awe
não seja falso
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
e nse
eu estou morrendo
temos nós nenhum shame?

 



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