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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
deixe-me ser sad
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
ame-me no último, ou se você não
acima dos prados ricos com milho
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão

 



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