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pouca porta foi alcançada no último
eu espero-o
na terra silenciosa
as sombras dos navios
cai aqui nenhuma luz
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
acima dos prados ricos com milho
a noite era preta e drear
rosas e ouro
e meu nome é truthful
têm você andar visto através da vila
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble

 



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