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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu não queimo nenhum incense
o corpo pode confinar
paredes e enorme elevados
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
são você vivo?
na terra silenciosa
e ainda andaram sobre
quem é o corredor nos céus
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
você é meu companheiro
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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