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algum queixou-se ao mestre
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
fora do mar sparkling
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
ido antes de nós
eu vi-o uma vez antes
aflija-se não para o invisível
quem estará nomeando o vento
moonlight profundo e macio

 



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