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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a noite era preta e drear
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
há qualquer um lá
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu tive um medo em minha vida
era não para esse cheiro singular

 



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