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quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
eu vi-o uma vez antes
não do mundo largo do todo
em possa
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
a neve sussurra sobre mim
conseqüentemente eu não posso
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu moldei o mundo
uma pena do aço
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa

 



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