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o que era ele os motores ditos
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
em todas as coisas não faladas de
eu ganhei a raça
sumário em uma noite do vôo
há um país completamente do vinho
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
fraco-é voada a canção
eu tive um medo em minha vida
eu penso d esplêndido justo
na esfera
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
alguns dos hurts que você se curou

 



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