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eu estou morrendo
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
a festa real foi feita
o mais saddest do ano
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
irmão, eu sou fogo
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
veja que eu me dou a você
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
sabe uma liberação barata
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente

 



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