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cai aqui nenhuma luz
têm você andar visto através da vila
porque
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu gosto d
antes do saint de bronze solemn
qual eu desejo observar
eighty anos passaram, e mais
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
alguns dias mais ventosos
dê-me a fome
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
macia weeping
entre as montanhas eu vagueei

 



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