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macio como a cama na terra
em números mournful
eighty anos passaram, e mais
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
diz de épocas velhas boas
não seja falso
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
em setembro
disse
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
deixe o unsaid encantador das palavras
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente

 



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