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é verdadeiro que vocę diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
como águias na elevaçăo ascendente
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
do sol nem das estrelas
gloom

 



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