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se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
o que nós fará agora
na meia-noite
mas alas, sonhos justos
três anos há hoje
Ă© frequentemente nĂŁo assim?

 



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