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deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
nós colocamos
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
você diz que você me ama
fala não bem
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
composto do loveliness sozinho
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
ame-me no último, ou se você não
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente

 



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