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nós não éramos muitos
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
como uma vela branca
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
para a verdade, para o amor
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
arched a inundação

 



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