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meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
doubtless eu recordo ainda
gloom
irmão, eu sou fogo
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
em e sobre
estes sejam
eu estou cantando-lhe
o céu
diz de épocas velhas boas
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
ao longo de um river-side
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias

 



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