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um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
este é o arsenal
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
quem ama a chuva
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
a agonia de ter demasiado poder

 



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