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eu amo minha vida, mas nĂŁo demasiado bem
era muitas e muito um ano há
paredes e enorme elevados
ame-me no Ăşltimo, ou se vocĂŞ nĂŁo
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
no recolhimento da escuridĂŁo e pedem
e com o pássaro humming
veja o tentative
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
antes do saint de bronze solemn
onde deva mim encontre-o
Ă© verdadeiro que vocĂŞ diz que os deuses lhe sĂŁo mais uso do que fairies
estes sejam

 



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