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eu sou o vento que wavers
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
em setembro
eu disse
aflija-se não para o invisível
cidade que não é uma cidade
sumário em uma noite do vôo
a algum os deuses gordos
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
são você acordado?
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful

 



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