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eu ouvi-os na noite
através do peito aching da terra larga
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
os dias melancólicos vieram
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio

 



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