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sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
veja, eles retornam
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
caído assim
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
os poetas dizem
última meia-noite
eu vi a primeira pera
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
como águias na elevação ascendente

 



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