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nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
dê-me
irmão, eu sou fogo
completamente dos rasgos
é ido
sadly falando
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o que era ele os motores ditos
eu penso d esplêndido justo
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer

 



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