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jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
eu estive
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
um pensamento doce solemn
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
como um homem despido mim vai
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz

 



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