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se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
as montanhas sĂŁo povos silenciosos
a escuridĂŁo
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
os poetas dizem
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
fraco-é voada a canção
um com vocĂŞ
como como as estrelas Ă© este o branco, as caras nameless
deus
veja, eles retornam

 



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