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eu resido na montanha da tabela
ainda treze anos
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
doce e forte
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
a escuridão
rosas e ouro
não esteja irritado com mim
não seja falso
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
no porto de york novo
o ar é como uma borboleta
mulher boa

 



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