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eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
veja o tentative
nós não éramos muitos
ainda treze anos
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
não permaneça não mais
poderíamos nós mas para saber
há uma hora do descanso calmo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
mulher boa

 



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