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deve ir para trás, disse
o mais saddest do ano
completamente dos rasgos
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
mas alas, sonhos justos
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
paredes e enorme elevados
diga-me
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
uma vez este turf macio
o alvorecer era verde maçã
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados

 



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