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<description> Quem me dera, ao menos uma vez, Ter de volta todo o ouro que entreguei A quem conseguiu me convencer Que era prova de amizade Se alguém levasse embora até o que eu não tinha. Quem me dera, ao...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:18:29 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Viva la Vida</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 04:31:16 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Idéias</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 02:28:03 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Desejos mútuos por coisas :)</title>
<description> Passei muito tempo da minha vida querendo achar alguém que se encaixasse no meu perfil de perfeição, mas nunca imaginaria que você fosse se encaixar tão perfeitamente, logo você entende? Mas é incrível como você me supre tão bem,...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 04:40:14 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Menina, Garota</title>
<description>&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;Ela vive no seu mundo, mas diz para os outros que é aberta a qualquer sugestão. Ela sempre diz que sabe o que quer mesmo não tendo a mínima idéia ao certo. Com música no ouvido e expressão no rosto...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 07:43:46 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Inocência</title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 04:57:28 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>Perfeição que Acaba ..</title>
<description> &amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288;&amp;#12288; Até seus defeitos são perfeitos, até suas besteiras são inteligentes. Você me fez rir quando precisei e me abriu os olhos quando errei. Você ao mesmo tempo em que é tão bobo e inocente, conseguia me passar tanta...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 16:38:29 +0000</pubDate>
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<title>O primeiro é mascote ;)</title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:52:46 +0000</pubDate>
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