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para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
e com o pássaro humming
o corpo pode confinar
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
antes do saint de bronze solemn

 



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