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a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
macia weeping
sobre o rio, no monte
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
este é o navio da pérola
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final

 



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