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meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
eu ouvi-os na noite
irmão, eu sou fogo
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu vou minha maneira complacently
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
em seus regimentals ásperos
têm você ouvido

 



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