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năo gire sua cabeça
filhas do tempo
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
todo meu amor para meu doce
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
em todas as coisas năo faladas de
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou

 



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