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doce e forte
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
o mais saddest do ano
porque
nós não éramos muitos
e pão do breaketh mais
o que era ele os motores ditos
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
carrinho aqui por meu lado
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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