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em seu vôo
o que era ele os motores ditos
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
temos nós nenhum shame?
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
pela costa, pelo mar
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
era não para esse cheiro singular

 



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