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eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu encho este copo
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
eu prendo seu coração
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu ganhei a raça
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente

 



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