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todos quiet ao longo do potomac
cidade que não é uma cidade
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
levantado dos mortos

 



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