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brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
ame-me no último, ou se você não
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
muito bem, você liberais
macia agora a luz do dia
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
no alvorecer, disse
acima dos prados ricos com milho
travails da terra
de nossos lugares escondidos
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
porque assim sad meu encantador?
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda

 



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