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eu fui acima e trago as ruas
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
mulher boa
há qualquer um lá
acima dos prados ricos com milho
você diz que você me ama
você é bonito e desvanecido
agora que eu lhe esfriei
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés

 



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