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um pássaro cantou
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
o dia é feito
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
mundo que muda sob minha mão
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
conseqüentemente eu não posso
gloom

 



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