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as canções velhas
perguntam-me onde eu estive
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
o dia é feito
quem ama a chuva
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
para a verdade, para o amor
sol e vento e batida do mar
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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