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travails da terra
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
o prado estava rastejando
eu moldei o mundo
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
sad são que sabem não o amor
havia um momento em anos anteriores

 



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