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não gire sua cabeça
você é meu companheiro
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
sadly falando
trançado e tecido
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars

 



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