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ruídos que strive rasgar
irmăo, eu sou fogo
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
o que era ele os motores ditos
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
na meia-noite

 



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