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os corredores de mármore resounding longos
eu gosto d
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
simplesmente falando
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
eu penso d esplêndido justo
havia um momento em anos anteriores
a festa real foi feita
caído assim
rosas e ouro
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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