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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
todos tragam os anos
eu disse, mim fechei meu coraçăo
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
existir da cisne
sadly falando
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu sei năo onde
balançado no berço do profundo
eu vi que o deus vocę a duvida?
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou

 



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