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disse
deixe-me mover-se lentamente atravs da rua
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu no queimo nenhum incense
ao lado de um campo stricken
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
seu cabelo bonito
short e doce, e ns viemos extremidade dela
abaixo do helm do guerreiro

 



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