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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
você recorda
raça elevado-carregada
eu moldei o mundo
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
em seus regimentals ásperos
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
caras bonitas, tragical
não seja falso
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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