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nós não éramos muitos
porque assim sad meu encantador?
caído assim
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu tenho que dizer good-night
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
deixe-nos plantar
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração

 



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