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A Guerra do Último Céu e a cabeça do Dragão
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Ongoing, First published Jun 19, 2021
Dizem que essa batalha
Foi travada por bastante tempo
E correu por terras, e por eras
Em milênios
Não se sabe quem é o escolhido
E se apagou o inferno
Não tenho certeza dessa história
Eu achei em um baú velho

Baseado na música de k a m a i t a c h i, Dragão de Nome Impronuciável.
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