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é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
uma tempestade está montando na maré
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
flores dos bebês
na meia-noite
as estrelas caíram do heaven

 



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