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eu vi que o deus vocę a duvida?
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
tręs dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
veio fazer exame de me pela măo
ainda treze anos
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
um olhar é mas um raio
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless

 



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