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sad são que sabem não o amor
na esfera
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
o dia é feito
não gire sua cabeça
de nossos lugares escondidos
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
como um homem despido mim vai

 



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