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perguntam-me onde eu estive
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
diga-me năo
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
agora quando meus bordos viverem
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso

 



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