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eu sou fevered
seu cabelo bonito
o mais saddest do ano
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
nós não éramos muitos
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
eu sei não onde
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
simplesmente falando

 



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