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burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu estou morrendo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta

 



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