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e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
deus
as estrelas caíram do heaven
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
qual eu desejo observar
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
eu gosto d

 



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