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eu quero saber onde você vive
eu estive
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu sou fevered
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
levantado dos mortos
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
em e sobre
para trás, gire para trás

 



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