Victória, 17. Brasil.
"When she was just a girl she expected the world but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise. Life goes on, it gets so heavy. The wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear, a waterfall, In the night, the stormy night. She'll close her eyes in the night - the stormy night - ,and away she'd fly."
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