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há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
temos nós nenhum shame?
eu penso d esplêndido justo
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
splendor doce
têm você andar visto através da vila
mas alas, sonhos justos
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
conseqüentemente eu não posso

 



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