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nunca em toda minha vida
mas alas, sonhos justos
a fragrância veio
melancolia, azul era
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
têm você andar visto através da vila
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
paredes e enorme elevados

 



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