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há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
o que nós fará agora
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
quem estará nomeando o vento
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
na terra silenciosa
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
eu sou uma mulher
como ela
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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