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de nossos lugares escondidos
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
a noite era preta e drear
era o outono do ano
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
calma como que segundo verão
todos tragam os anos

 



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