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o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
balançado no berço do profundo
levantado dos mortos
vivido pelo river-side
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
dê-me a fome
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
tempestade
eighty anos passaram, e mais
cão do gingham e o gato do calico
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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