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eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
os céus que eram ashen e sober
lá pela janela na casa velha
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
do assoalho ao teto
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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