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pela costa, pelo mar
acima dos prados ricos com milho
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
deve ir para trás, disse
eu estou morrendo
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
os poetas dizem
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
travails da terra
eu tenho que dizer good-night
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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