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minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
são você acordado?
são você vivo?
eu sou uma mulher
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
splendor doce
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
sabe uma liberação barata
nobility da morte outra vez
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade

 



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