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eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
escute
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
eu quero saber onde você vive
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
macio como a cama na terra
eu vi com olhos abertos
olhar além
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
noite misteriosa

 



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