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material da lua
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
desolado e solitário
melhore do que o granito
doce e forte
na esfera
a escuridăo rola para cima
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
da cançăo e do sonho para ido sempre
caras bonitas, tragical
eu estou morrendo

 



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