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a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
ruídos que strive rasgar
seu cabelo bonito
o alvorecer era verde maçã
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
você diz que você me ama
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
eu sou o vento que wavers
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
fora do mar sparkling
veja, eles retornam
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem

 



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