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têm você ouvido
quando eu retornei no por do sol
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
irmão, eu sou fogo
última meia-noite
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
um history muito notável isto é
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
trançado e tecido
melhore do que o granito
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
e pão do breaketh mais
eu estou morrendo

 



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