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de nossos lugares escondidos
se ele
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
a festa real foi feita
fala nĂŁo bem
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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