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eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
as canções velhas
não do mundo largo do todo
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
era muitas e muito um ano há
há uma hora do descanso calmo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
flores dos bebês

 



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