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melancolia, azul era
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
a escuridão
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
vinho velho a beber
a fragrância veio

 



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