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eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
sol e vento e batida do mar
as estrelas caíram do heaven
eu penso d esplêndido justo
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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