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as canções antigas
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
com alegria e maravilha
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
se ele
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola

 



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