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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
seu cabelo bonito
traga-me a canção macia
é ido
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
o ar é como uma borboleta

 



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