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sad love poem

eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
disse
a festa real foi feita
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor

 



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