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todos tragam os anos
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
nĂŁo do mundo largo do todo
doce e forte
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
nós não éramos muitos
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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