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alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
quem estará nomeando o vento
o corpo pode confinar
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
em todas as coisas não faladas de
eu sei o que você está indo dizer

 



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