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minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
estes sejam
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá

 



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