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eu ouvi-os na noite
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
o que nós fará agora
onde deva mim encontre-o
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu detestei-o
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
deixe-me ser sad
moonlight profundo e macio
o alvorecer era verde maçã

 



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