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por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
se eu for muito certo
acima de e para baixo vai
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
teria mesmo seu gracejo
a escuridăo
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves

 



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