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os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verăo brilhada
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
vocę diz que vocę me ama
ao longo de um river-side
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim

 



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