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eu vou minha maneira complacently
o alvorecer era verde maçă
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
em números mournful
minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
f4-lo vęem sempre um jacaré
macia weeping
eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
a festa real foi feita
noite misteriosa

 



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