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eu sou fevered
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
năo esteja irritado com mim
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
quando eu retornei no por do sol
eu moldei o mundo
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco

 



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