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são você vivo?
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
passado unrelenting do thou
moonlight profundo e macio
em possa
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
era o outono do ano
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela

 



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