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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
conseqüentemente eu não posso
os dias melancólicos vieram
um olhar é mas um raio
você diz que você me ama
estes sejam
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
em números mournful
ao longo dos bancos
as sombras dos navios
era uma oysterman novo alto
eu estive

 



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