Que conversa de miúdos malcriados ou de comadrinhas que ali vai...ou então são ressacas,por amor de Deus !!
Hate
I had a bitter enemy, His heart to hate he gave, And when I died he swore that he Would dance upon my grave; That he would leap and laugh because A livid corpse was I, And that's the reason why I was In no great haste to die.
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