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no porto de york novo
a escuridăo rola para cima
material da lua
carrinho aqui por meu lado
splendor doce
talvez năo é nenhuma matéria que vocę morreu
eu vi os archangels em minha maçă-árvore última noite
noite misteriosa
eu estive
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a festa real foi feita

 



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