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happy birthday poem

mil anos silenciosos há
sombras voadas que varrem perto
receoso não mais, eu digo
deixe-me ser sad
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu penso d esplêndido justo
têm você andar visto através da vila
eu resido na montanha da tabela
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
olhar além

 



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