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eu estou morrendo
completamente dos rasgos
eu vi a primeira pera
disse
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
e meu nome é truthful
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o alvorecer era verde maçã
os dias endeared a cada MUSE

 



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