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em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu moldei o mundo
em possa
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
uma milha atrás
e meu nome é truthful
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu sou uma mulher

 



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