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a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
eu vi com olhos abertos
apenas agora
para então without
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
era o outono do ano
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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