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quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
a escuridão
deve ir para trás, disse
diga-me
nós que estiveram
o ar é como uma borboleta
fora do mar sparkling
há um país completamente do vinho
e meu nome é truthful

 



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