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f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
balançado no berço do profundo
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
sob a lua da colheita
os dias hypocritic
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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