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as montanhas são povos silenciosos
uma milha atrás
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
em seu vôo
com o por do sol
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
não permaneça não mais
deixe-me ser sad
ao longo dos bancos
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
irmão, eu sou fogo
mulher boa

 



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