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sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
em seu vôo
e ainda andaram sobre
quando eu retornei no por do sol
a escuridão
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
sumário em uma noite do vôo
e com o pássaro humming

 



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