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algum queixou-se ao mestre
fala năo bem
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
quando eu retornei no por do sol
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eu sou uma mulher
eu năo pray para a paz
felicidade
as verdades terríveis estes sejam

 



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