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como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
ame-me no último, ou se você não
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
porque assim sad meu encantador?

 



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