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há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
você é meu companheiro
eu sou o vento que wavers
homem frio stern
ruídos que strive rasgar
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
eu não posso dizê-lo agora

 



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