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rode-me para baixo pelo prado
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
ao lado de um campo stricken
a noite era preta e drear
eighty anos passaram, e mais
truely
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
rosas e ouro
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
eu estou cantando-lhe

 



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