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ido antes de nós
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
faça exame de meus bracelets
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
eu ganhei a raça
cidade que não é uma cidade
paredes e enorme elevados
não do mundo largo do todo
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro

 



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