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eu tive um medo em minha vida
você é meu companheiro
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
quem estará nomeando o vento
deixe-nos plantar
em sua barraca guardada
você diz que você me ama
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
levantado dos mortos
arched a inundação
quando você vier hoje à noite
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas

 



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