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da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
um pensamento doce solemn
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
o corpo pode confinar
sadly falando
eu vi com olhos abertos
estourou o vinho feroz
duas fileiras dos repolhos
apenas agora
eu sou uma mulher
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
deixe um sustento da alegria você

 



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