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a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu sou uma mulher
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
ido antes de nós
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram

 



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