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minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
quando eu for para trás ligar ŕ terra
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
em setembro
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
todo meu amor para meu doce
mulher boa
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
nos salőes do sono vocę vagueou perto

 



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