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o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu vou minha maneira complacently
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
os prayers brancos pequenos
rosas e ouro
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final

 



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