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é ido
agite
doce e forte
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
noite misteriosa
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
sad são que sabem não o amor
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
mundo que muda sob minha mão
com o por do sol
a fragrância veio
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha

 



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