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eu amei uma mulher
agora quando meus bordos viverem
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
deve ir para trás, disse
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
perguntam-me onde eu estive
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
traga-me a canção macia
simplesmente falando
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu estou morrendo

 



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