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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
o sol está acima
diga-me nĂŁo
eu resido na montanha da tabela
nĂŁo seja falso
se ele
minha alma Ă© um campo ploughed escuro

 



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