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sombras voadas que varrem perto
como uma vela branca
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
na terra silenciosa
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
cidade que não é uma cidade
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua

 



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