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o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
caras bonitas, tragical
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
agite
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
e ainda andaram sobre
o alvorecer era verde maçã
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim

 



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