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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu encho este copo
se eu for muito certo
nós colocamos
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu quero saber onde você vive
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
cara esposa
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
a festa real foi feita
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente

 



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