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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
em números mournful
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
homem frio stern
acima de e para baixo vai
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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