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eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu estive
os prayers brancos pequenos
apenas agora
as canções velhas
a festa real foi feita
cidade que não é uma cidade
em números mournful
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
como nivelar cai

 



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