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e assim vai
trs dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
ns colocamos
fala no bem
mas alas, sonhos justos
o prado estava rastejando
eu estive
minha me ensinou-me que cada noite
eu sou fevered
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
assim perdido
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
os cus que eram ashen e sober

 



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