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se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
o que nós fará agora

 



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