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eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
eu ganhei a raça
desolado e solitário
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
o mais saddest do ano
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
Ă© frequentemente nĂŁo assim?

 



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