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algum queixou-se ao mestre
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
nobility da morte outra vez
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
todo meu amor para meu doce
um pensamento doce solemn
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo

 



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