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eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
a festa real foi feita
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu prendo seu coração
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
eu vi a primeira pera

 



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