... a brisa ténue, até o silêncio. Aqui, cada som tem o seu próprio espaço.
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Elevator straight into my skull The escalator rises as it falls I swear our chant is crashing in my mind You can hold on but I wouldn't waste your time.I've stood in a thousand street scenes Just around the corner from you. Farewell my black balloon ,the weather had it's way with you...
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