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como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
havia um momento em anos anteriores
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas

 



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