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se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
em todas as coisas não faladas de
têm você ouvido
todo meu amor para meu doce
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
calma como que segundo verão
a fragrância veio
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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