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do sol nem das estrelas
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
existir da cisne
deve ir para trás, disse
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
este é o navio da pérola
flores dos bebęs
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
escuro-eyed

 



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