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quando eu era quebrou em Londres
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
em seus regimentals ásperos
temos nós nenhum shame?
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
eu disse
têm você ouvido
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
irmăo, eu sou fogo
splendor doce

 



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