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spanish poem

fala não bem
deixe-me ser sad
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
noite misteriosa
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
pela costa, pelo mar
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
não do mundo largo do todo
uma milha atrás
diga-me não
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado

 



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