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nós não éramos muitos
levantado dos mortos
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
como uma vela branca
doce e forte
a neve sussurra sobre mim
agite
felicidade
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
composto do loveliness sozinho

 



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