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f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
era o outono do ano
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
caras bonitas, tragical
eu vi a primeira pera
deixe um sustento da alegria você

 



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