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há uma hora do descanso calmo
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
cai aqui nenhuma luz
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
balançado no berço do profundo

 



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