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ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu estou cantando-lhe
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
você é bonito e desvanecido
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
este é o arsenal
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu penso d esplêndido justo
onde deva mim encontre-o
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim

 



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