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sad são que sabem não o amor
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
disse
ido antes de nós
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
sobre o rio, no monte
eu disse
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua

 



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