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às 18:12 em 21 de Maio, 2025
Nossos momentos, nossos.
Nossas músicas, nossas.
Nossos. Apenas nossos!
He confessed her love to me
Then he vanished on the breeze
Trying to hold on to that was just impossible
She was more than beautiful, closer to ethereal
With a kind of down to earth flavor 🎶
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