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eu sei não onde
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
eu moldei o mundo
este é o arsenal
nunca em toda minha vida
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
ido antes de nós
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
você está desobstruído
acima dos prados ricos com milho
sad são que sabem não o amor

 



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