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a noite era preta e drear
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
nos salőes do sono vocę vagueou perto
eu estou morrendo

 



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