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eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
qual eu desejo observar
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
ao lado de um campo stricken

 



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