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a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
o que mim lhe devem
eu ganhei a raça
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro

 



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