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as canções antigas
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
sol e vento e batida do mar
era muitas e muito um ano há
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu moldei o mundo
moonlight profundo e macio
em seus regimentals ásperos
veja o tentative
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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