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o corpo pode confinar
vinho velho a beber
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
se eu for muito certo
no alvorecer, disse
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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