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como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
um com você
em sua barraca guardada
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
há qualquer um lá
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
apenas agora
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
ame-me no último, ou se você não
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
travails da terra

 



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