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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
ao longo de um river-side
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
este é o arsenal
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
nós colocamos
para então without
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
desolado e solitário
vinho velho a beber
raça elevado-carregada
o que era ele os motores ditos
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
o sol está acima

 



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