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era uma beleza nos dias
eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu não pray para a paz
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
agora que eu lhe esfriei
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
para trás, gire para trás
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
diga-me não

 



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