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eu não posso dizê-lo agora
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
travails da terra
era não para esse cheiro singular
deixe um sustento da alegria você
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
os dias melancólicos vieram
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
para então without
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei

 



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