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sorry poem

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu quero saber onde você vive
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu ganhei a raça
agora quando meus bordos viverem
até sua janela da câmara
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
como nivelar cai
na terra silenciosa

 



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