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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
pela ponte rude
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
assim perdido
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
a festa real foi feita
acima dos prados ricos com milho
a escuridão
mundo que muda sob minha mão
nós não éramos muitos
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
porque assim sad meu encantador?

 



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