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friendship poetry

rosas e ouro
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
eu penso d esplęndido justo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
no porto de york novo
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
irmăo, eu sou fogo
o que era ele os motores ditos
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele

 



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