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eu não pray para a paz
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
flores dos bebês
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
cara esposa
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca

 



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