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quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
nós não éramos muitos
eu tive um medo em minha vida
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
travails da terra
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
diga-me não

 



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