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eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
levantado dos mortos
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
em todas as coisas não faladas de
fala não bem
qual eu desejo observar
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra


 



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