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dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
era muitas e muito um ano há
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu não queimo nenhum incense
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
travails da terra
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros

 



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