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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
do sol nem das estrelas
eu resido na montanha da tabela
e pão do breaketh mais
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a escuridão
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
deixe-me ser sad
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
antes do saint de bronze solemn

 



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