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eu sei năo onde
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
qual eu desejo observar
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
eu moldei o mundo
sadly falando
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coraçăo da pedra

 



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