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Cantas todas, as nossas belas ilhas,
De verdes e de azuis, maravilhas,
Colorido único e constante
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É bom saber que no Canadá
Se vislumbram os sonhos de cá:
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Que inicia uma nova semana
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Da ilha esguia no mar deitada.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

We're More Than Just Your Local Drugstore, We're Your Friends...

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Reckon god to meet them.
Mountain wild by judith bronte.

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