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minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
qual eu desejo observar
lá pela janela na casa velha
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
vocę é bonito e desvanecido
eighty anos passaram, e mais
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
melhore do que o granito
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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