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o prado estava rastejando
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
em possa
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
quem ama a chuva

 



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