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diga-me não
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
o ar é como uma borboleta
qual eu desejo observar
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
simplicity
é ido
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
o sol está acima

 



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