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o que mim lhe devem
mundo que muda sob minha mão
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu vi com olhos abertos
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
estourou o vinho feroz

 



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