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Even if you think the flame has died, there’s at least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again.
«Quando nos conhecemos não eras assim. Citavas-me. Punhas aspas. O teu encanto era essa - tão rara - cintilação de aspas.
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