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havia um strangeness em seus bordos
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
duas fileiras dos repolhos
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
existir da cisne
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
material da lua
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
quando eu retornei no por do sol
rosas e ouro
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous

 



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