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ido antes de nós
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
você ouve a chuva?
porque assim sad meu encantador?
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
vivido pelo river-side
esta é a canção da juventude
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
não permaneça não mais
antes do saint de bronze solemn
e meu nome é truthful

 



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