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babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
deixe-me ser sad
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
completamente dos rasgos
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
onde deva mim encontre-o
eu moldei o mundo
mas alas, sonhos justos
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
passado unrelenting do thou

 



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