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mundo que muda sob minha mão
e nse
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu sei não onde
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
quando eu retornei no por do sol
é frequentemente não assim?
diz de épocas velhas boas
eu tive um medo em minha vida
eu sou o vento que wavers
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
trançado e tecido

 



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