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ao lado de um campo stricken
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
material da lua
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu espero-o
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
deve ir para trás, disse
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
você é meu companheiro
eu estou cantando-lhe

 



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