Morrer é um troço que acaba com a vida.
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- Bruna Palmeiro.
- She sat by the flickering light of the old television she had inherited from her great grandfather. No sounds, just images. Her eyes, wide open. She was trapped inside and could not get out.
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- Like a shooting star,I will go the distance!I will...
- Paris, je t'aime.
- A minha solidão é gostosa. Ela dá medo e trás lágr...
- O medo.
- Entertain us.
- Matilde.
- Morgue Story.
- I'll never look behind me,My troubles will be few.
- Words are flying out like endless rain into a pape...
- Lista de músicas.
- OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD!!!
- Ah, se eu tivesse um coração...
- Father and son.
- I Love Lucy.
- Que a saudade é o pior castigo.
- Nos fins de semana que piora ainda mais a tua ausê...
- "O amor... ai, o amor!"
- Nada ficou no lugar.Eu quero quebrar essas xícaras...
- Lista de filmes - ver.
- J'adore.
- Elisa.
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- Does your brain say yes or no?
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