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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu ganhei a raça
eu moldei o mundo
era o outono do ano
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
este é o navio da pérola
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
rode-me para baixo pelo prado

 



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