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as montanhas são povos silenciosos
uma tempestade está montando na maré
há qualquer um lá
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
na terra silenciosa

 



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