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para a verdade, para o amor
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
mil anos silenciosos há
nunca em toda minha vida
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
nós não éramos muitos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
nós colocamos
eu sou fevered

 



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