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sol e vento e batida do mar
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
sono, irmăo cinzento da morte
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixőes mais baixas

 



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