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têm você andar visto através da vila
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
e ainda andaram sobre
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
os arcos da ponte vermelha
o sol está acima

 



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