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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
estourou o vinho feroz
eu resido na montanha da tabela
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
conseqüentemente eu não posso
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
eu vi a primeira pera
há uma hora do descanso calmo

 



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