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deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
eu ganhei a raça
até sua janela da câmara
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
nunca em toda minha vida
filhas do tempo
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
uma tempestade está montando na maré
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou

 



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