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deve ir para trás, disse
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
porque assim sad meu encantador?
a algum os deuses gordos
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
em todas as coisas não faladas de
eu sou fevered
eu vi com olhos abertos
estourou o vinho feroz
ainda treze anos
ruídos que strive rasgar
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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