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aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
deixe-me ser sad
mulher boa
sadly falando
qual se mantem
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
um pensamento doce solemn
sobre o rio beckon a mim
eu estou morrendo
eu estou cantando-lhe
o prado estava rastejando
macio como a cama na terra
eu ganhei a raça
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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