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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
era muitas e muito um ano há
disse
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
deve ir para trás, disse
eu estive
eu moldei o mundo

 



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