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o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
pela costa, pelo mar
desolado e solitário
eu nĂŁo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
estes sejam
e pĂŁo do breaketh mais
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
o corpo pode confinar
bonito
o ar Ă© como uma borboleta

 



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