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as montanhas são povos silenciosos
caído assim
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
rosas e ouro
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eighty anos passaram, e mais
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
truely
eu quero saber onde você vive
eu encho este copo

 



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