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tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu amei uma mulher
nós colocamos
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
veja o tentative
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
uma tempestade está montando na maré
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
olhar além

 



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