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eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
caído assim
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
a fragrância veio
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
homem frio stern

 



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