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eu não queimo nenhum incense
ainda treze anos
nós que estiveram
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
deixe um sustento da alegria você
têm você andar visto através da vila
a escuridão
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
noite misteriosa

 



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