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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
diga-me não
quando você vier hoje à noite
esse ano
estes sejam
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
como uma vela branca
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
eu estou cantando-lhe
você é meu companheiro

 



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