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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
diga-me
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
eu sou o vento que wavers
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra

 



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