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era uma oysterman novo alto
agora quando meus bordos viverem
doubtless eu recordo ainda
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
os dias melancólicos vieram
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
não gire sua cabeça
você diz que você me ama
eu tenho que dizer good-night
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
apenas agora

 



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