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sob a folha dusky do laurel
mas alas, sonhos justos
dê-me
deve ir para trás, disse
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
no porto de york novo

 



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