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veio fazer exame de me pela mão
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
caras bonitas, tragical
como nivelar cai
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu sou o vento que wavers
a escuridão
fraco-é voada a canção
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
eu ganhei a raça
arched a inundação
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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