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e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
o corpo pode confinar
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
sob a lua da colheita
completamente dos rasgos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu

 



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