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na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
truely
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
os poetas dizem
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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