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eu năo queimo nenhum incense
era uma oysterman novo alto
para prestar atençăo o dia inteiro ŕ onda azul ondular e quebrar
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
os dias endeared a cada MUSE

 



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