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um com você
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
o sol está acima
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
teria mesmo seu gracejo
em possa
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
as montanhas são povos silenciosos

 



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