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a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
levantado dos mortos
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
através do peito aching da terra larga
nobility da morte outra vez
têm você andar visto através da vila
têm você ouvido
o que nós fará agora
faça exame de meus bracelets

 



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