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jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
era uma beleza nos dias
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se

 



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