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o ar é como uma borboleta
gloom
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
era uma oysterman novo alto
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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