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eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
todo meu amor para meu doce
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
desolado e solitário
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu espero-o
e pão do breaketh mais
não esteja irritado com mim
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o que nós fará agora
sad são que sabem não o amor

 



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