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eighty anos passaram, e mais
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
noite misteriosa
minha alma Ă© um campo ploughed escuro
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocĂŞ
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
diga-me
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
seu cabelo bonito

 



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