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se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
seu cabelo bonito
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
eu prendo seu coração
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
têm você andar visto através da vila
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
sabe uma liberação barata
em sua barraca guardada

 



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