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cidade que não é uma cidade
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
o que mim lhe devem
veja, eles retornam
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
mulher boa
fora do mar sparkling
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
um pássaro cantou
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu disse
caras bonitas, tragical

 



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