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o prado estava rastejando
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu moldei o mundo
os prayers brancos pequenos
nobility da morte outra vez
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
e pão do breaketh mais
o que nós fará agora
balançado no berço do profundo

 



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