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minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
ao lado de um campo stricken
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
diga-me
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala

 



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