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serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
como águias na elevação ascendente
cidade que não é uma cidade
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays

 



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