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eu ouvi-os na noite
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu moldei o mundo
talvez
teria mesmo seu gracejo
passado unrelenting do thou
nobility da morte outra vez
balançado no berço do profundo
há uma hora do descanso calmo

 



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