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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
os dias melancólicos vieram
gloom
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
não seja falso

 



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