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este é o navio da pérola
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
você está desobstruído
o ar é como uma borboleta
em e sobre
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu disse
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim

 



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