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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
quando eu retornei no por do sol
um history muito notável isto é
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
passado unrelenting do thou
em setembro
porque
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
era o outono do ano

 



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