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como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
em todas as coisas não faladas de
era não para esse cheiro singular
a algum os deuses gordos
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu não queimo nenhum incense
vinho velho a beber
um com você
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
lá pela janela na casa velha
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas

 



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