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limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
não esteja irritado com mim
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
as canções antigas
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
em seus regimentals ásperos
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu tive um medo em minha vida

 



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