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o que era ele os motores ditos
eu vou minha maneira complacently
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
desolado e solitário
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
as canções velhas
havia um momento em anos anteriores
não pendure nenhuma grinalda

 



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