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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
pela costa, pelo mar
se ele
eu sou o vento que wavers
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
duas fileiras dos repolhos
o mais saddest do ano
eu ouvi-os na noite
têm você ouvido
faça exame de meus bracelets
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
pouco parque que eu passo completamente

 



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