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sono, irmão cinzento da morte
sadly falando
nós que estiveram
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
os prayers brancos pequenos
eu vi-o uma vez antes
deixe um sustento da alegria você
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
há um país completamente do vinho
se eu for muito certo
uma vez este turf macio
arched a inundação
eu não pray para a paz

 



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