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eu estou cantando-lhe
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
doubtless eu recordo ainda
eu vi-o uma vez antes
felicidade
fora do mar sparkling
traga-me a canção macia
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
para trás, gire para trás
sob a folha dusky do laurel
não esteja irritado com mim

 



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