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eighty anos passaram, e mais
com alegria e maravilha
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
têm você não ouvido
a escuridão rola para cima
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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