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há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
você recorda
travails da terra
seu cabelo bonito
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
veja, eles retornam
você é meu companheiro
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
ao amante passionate

 



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