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quietamente, com reverance, no awe
todo meu amor para meu doce
eu ouvi-os na noite
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
acima de e para baixo vai
da cançăo e do sonho para ido sempre
o ar é como uma borboleta
é ido
raça elevado-carregada
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol

 



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