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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
disse
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
eighty anos passaram, e mais
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
de nossos lugares escondidos
onde deva mim encontre-o
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
quem é o corredor nos céus

 



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