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eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
no porto de york novo
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
desolado e solitário
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
olhar além
e pão do breaketh mais
uma vez este turf macio
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas

 



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