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seu cabelo bonito
era uma beleza nos dias
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
estes sejam
paredes e enorme elevados
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
eu quero saber onde você vive

 



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