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como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
cidade que não é uma cidade
é ido
tempestade
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble

 



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