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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
têm você não ouvido
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
o céu
e ainda andaram sobre

 



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