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nossos momentos agradáveis voam
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
e meu nome é truthful
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
algum queixou-se ao mestre
deixe-nos plantar
o que era ele os motores ditos
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim

 



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