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carrinho aqui por meu lado
de nossos lugares escondidos
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu sou uma mulher
a fragrância veio
escuro-eyed
deixe-me ser sad
duas fileiras dos repolhos
balançado no berço do profundo
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly

 



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