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f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
pela ponte rude
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
moonlight profundo e macio
ao amante passionate

 



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