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esta é a canção da juventude
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
a escuridão rola para cima
a fragrância veio
o céu
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
trançado e tecido
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu

 



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