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fala não bem
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
uma tempestade está montando na maré
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
eu ganhei a raça
uma vez este turf macio
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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