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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
porque
uma vez este turf macio
melancolia, azul era
você ouve a chuva?
eu resido na montanha da tabela
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
deus
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
a neve sussurra sobre mim

 



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