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você diz que você me ama
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
não permaneça não mais
o dia é feito
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
todo meu amor para meu doce
de nossos lugares escondidos
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
sabe uma liberação barata
os dias melancólicos vieram

 



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