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e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
ame-me no último, ou se você não
a noite era preta e drear
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
disse
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro

 



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