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eu estive
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
alguns dos hurts que vocę se curou
eu vi que o deus vocę a duvida?
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
simplesmente falando
do assoalho ao teto
estes sejam
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
faça exame de meus bracelets
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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