O pines
in front of my breasts you should touch my paradox and explode
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A Verdade das Montanhas
A Verdade tão vasta das montanhas sobe e sopra e clama dentro da minha Respiração Verdade de ventos abertos no Coração com Ideia-de-Infin...
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts
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