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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu estive
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
eu não pray para a paz
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
antes do saint de bronze solemn
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
até sua janela da câmara
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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