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eu sou fevered
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
este é o navio da pérola
eu quero saber onde vocę vive
eu amo as configuraçőes melodious velhas
vocę é bonito e desvanecido
poderíamos nós mas para saber
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
o prado estava rastejando
acima dos prados ricos com milho
este é o arsenal

 



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