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sad são que sabem não o amor
eu sou fevered
nós que estiveram
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
ao lado de um campo stricken
todos tragam os anos
a escuridão rola para cima
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
aflija-se não para o invisível

 



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