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amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
há um país completamente do vinho
truely
os dias melancólicos vieram
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
os céus que eram ashen e sober
o sol está acima
eu vou minha maneira complacently
uma vez este turf macio
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
qual se mantem

 



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