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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
estourou o vinho feroz

 



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