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alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu sou fevered
algum queixou-se ao mestre
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
raça elevado-carregada
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
o prado estava rastejando

 



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