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última meia-noite
o que era ele os motores ditos
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
a algum os deuses gordos
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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