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deixe-me ser sad
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
a algum os deuses gordos
têm você andar visto através da vila
e com o pássaro humming
a noite Ă© escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
mulher boa
a noite era preta e drear
simplesmente falando
fala nĂŁo bem
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful

 



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