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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
arched a inundação
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
sol e vento e batida do mar
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
o que era ele os motores ditos
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
as estrelas caíram do heaven
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
sobre o rio, no monte
o sol está acima

 



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