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e nse
a noite era preta e drear
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
acima dos prados ricos com milho
há uma hora do descanso calmo
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá

 



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