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estes sejam
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
năo gire sua cabeça
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
a festa real foi feita
há um país completamente do vinho
passado unrelenting do thou
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
uma vez este turf macio
no recolhimento da escuridăo e pedem
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas

 



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