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quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
cara esposa
sob a lua da colheita
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
todo meu amor para meu doce
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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