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ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
mulher boa
o alvorecer era verde maçã
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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