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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
os arcos da ponte vermelha
este é o navio da pérola
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
no porto de york novo

 



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