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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
quem o corredor nos cus
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
e como poderia voc sonho da reunio
tropeando acima, caindo para baixo
do sol nem das estrelas
eu sou o vento que wavers
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha

 



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