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todos quiet ao longo do potomac
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
era muitas e muito um ano há
não seja falso
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
têm você não ouvido
com alegria e maravilha
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
paredes e enorme elevados
teria mesmo seu gracejo
para então without
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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