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a festa real foi feita
eu vi-o uma vez antes
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
de nossos lugares escondidos
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
se eu for muito certo
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente

 



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