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a luz retirada
vinho velho a beber
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
nós não éramos muitos
em seus regimentals ásperos
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
eu vi a primeira pera
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas

 



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