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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
na meia-noite
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu vou minha maneira complacently
estes sejam
na esfera
dê-me a fome
são você vivo?
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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