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deixe-me ser sad
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
carrinho aqui por meu lado
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
uma vida na onda do oceano
o que era ele os motores ditos
moonlight profundo e macio
acima dos prados ricos com milho

 



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