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estourou o vinho feroz
pela costa, pelo mar
a algum os deuses gordos
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
deixe-nos plantar
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
fora do mar sparkling
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido

 



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