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rode-me para baixo pelo prado
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
flores dos bebês
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
o sol está acima
cara esposa
se eu for muito certo
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
há uma hora do descanso calmo
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite

 



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