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esteja em mim como os modos eternal
você diz que você me ama
este é o navio da pérola
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
mulher boa
eu tenho que dizer good-night
arched a inundação
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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