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nós não éramos muitos
a algum os deuses gordos
vivido pelo river-side
splendor doce
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
teria mesmo seu gracejo
onde deva mim encontre-o
as sombras dos navios
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear

 



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