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eu não queimo nenhum incense
a noite era preta e drear
ame-me no último, ou se você não
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
rode-me para baixo pelo prado

 



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