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a festa real foi feita
agite
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu amei uma mulher
bonito
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
cai aqui nenhuma luz
dę-me
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
este é o arsenal
renove a visăo do prazer
faça os meninos e as meninas văo ainda

 



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