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pela ponte rude
travails da terra
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
este é o arsenal
mundo que muda sob minha mão
eu sou fevered
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
nós não éramos muitos
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
em e sobre
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