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deve ir para trás, disse
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
a noite era preta e drear
agora que eu lhe esfriei
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
ao lado de um campo stricken
sob a lua da colheita
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
nós năo éramos muitos
todo meu amor para meu doce
eu sou uma mulher
as verdades terríveis estes sejam

 



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