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havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
mulher boa
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
filhas do tempo
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
eu sou fevered
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido

 



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