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eu resido na montanha da tabela
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
simplesmente falando
o sol está acima
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
sob a lua da colheita
você é bonito e desvanecido
traga-me a canção macia
uma vez este turf macio
rosas e ouro
teria mesmo seu gracejo
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
com os olhos meek, marrons

 



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