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a noite era preta e drear
cidade que nĂŁo Ă© uma cidade
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
no recolhimento da escuridĂŁo e pedem
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
do sol nem das estrelas
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
homem frio stern
trançado e tecido
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
este é o navio da pérola
eu sou fevered
nĂłs colocamos

 



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