Do Re Mi
Do Re Mi

Do Re Mi

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She is in every day of my existence; it is past, present and future; she is fire, ice and rain; she is breeze and hurricane; she is the most perfect combination ever created by human beings. She fills in my blanks with her notes; she and I are harmony, junction; she is the most divine creation of the Creator; fickle, unpredictable, unique; she's everything; she is everyone; she is she. Song.
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Pouca idade, paulista, morena café-com-leite, vermelho na bochecha. Quatro letras. Tomate, música, ursos, chuva, literatura,...

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