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porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
uma pena do aço
aflija-se não para o invisível
os dias hypocritic
mundo que muda sob minha mão
a escuridão
disse
era uma oysterman novo alto
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu prendo seu coração
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente

 



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