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com os olhos meek, marrons
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
para então without
eu estou morrendo
o prado estava rastejando
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays

 



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