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era uma beleza nos dias
fala não bem
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
poderíamos nós mas para saber
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
porque assim sad meu encantador?
quem estará nomeando o vento
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa

 



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