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eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
há uma hora do descanso calmo
deixe um sustento da alegria você
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
os dias melancólicos vieram
agite
noite misteriosa
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
sadly falando
vontade você glimmer no mar?
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas

 



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