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bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
em possa
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
onde deva mim encontre-o
irmão, eu sou fogo
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
ruídos que strive rasgar
na meia-noite
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
eu gosto d
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
não gire sua cabeça

 



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