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as canções antigas
um com você
levantado dos mortos
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
sombras voadas que varrem perto
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
na meia-noite
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
este é o arsenal
não gire sua cabeça

 



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