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eu estou morrendo
faça os meninos e as meninas văo ainda
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
caído assim
ao lado de um campo stricken
na terra silenciosa
o que nós fará agora
última meia-noite
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
os dias hypocritic

 



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