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eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu vi a primeira pera
nós que estiveram
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
este é o arsenal
eu quero saber onde você vive
os prayers brancos pequenos
eighty anos passaram, e mais
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
sombras voadas que varrem perto

 



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