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deus
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
como uma vela branca
através do peito aching da terra larga
todos tragam os anos
pĂ´de tĂŞ-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá

 



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