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eu não pray para a paz
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
não do mundo largo do todo
veja que eu me dou a você
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
se ele
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
eu quero saber onde você vive
a noite era preta e drear
eu resido na montanha da tabela
esteja em mim como os modos eternal

 



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