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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
havia um momento em anos anteriores
você é bonito e desvanecido
deixe-nos plantar
e pão do breaketh mais
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras

 



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