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eu encho este copo
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
não permaneça não mais
em números mournful
era uma oysterman novo alto
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
você é meu companheiro
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar

 



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