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cidade que não é uma cidade
alguns dias mais ventosos
as estrelas caíram do heaven
eu ouvi-os na noite
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
traga-me a canção macia
do sol nem das estrelas

 



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