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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
deixe-me ser sad
a luz retirada
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
macia weeping
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
estes sejam
travails da terra
antes do saint de bronze solemn

 



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