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eu sei năo onde
caras bonitas, tragical
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
escute o mar soando
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar

 



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