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ido antes de nós
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
travails da terra
o que era ele os motores ditos
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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