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o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
se eu for muito certo
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
eu disse
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
era uma oysterman novo alto

 



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