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tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
ame-me no último, ou se você não
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
seu cabelo bonito
o mais saddest do ano
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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