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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
e meu nome é truthful
em setembro
melancolia, azul era
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
quando eu retornei no por do sol

 



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