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do sol nem das estrelas
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
agite
macia agora a luz do dia
tręs dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
a algum os deuses gordos
este é o arsenal
composto do loveliness sozinho
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós săo

 



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