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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
moonlight profundo e macio
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
acima dos prados ricos com milho
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
eu moldei o mundo
deixe-nos plantar
rosas e ouro

 



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