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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu espero-o
deixe-nos plantar
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu quero saber onde você vive
passado unrelenting do thou
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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