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eu amei uma mulher
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
material da lua
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coraçăo da pedra
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
os dias hypocritic
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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