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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
nunca em toda minha vida
eu tenho que dizer good-night
traga-me a cançăo macia
a algum os deuses gordos
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
rosas e ouro
mulher boa

 



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