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eu não queimo nenhum incense
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu ganhei a raça
a fragrância veio
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu vi a primeira pera
e pão do breaketh mais

 



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