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um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
porque assim sad meu encantador?
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
cidade que năo é uma cidade
eu sou o vento que wavers
diga-me năo

 



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