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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
a noite era preta e drear
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
diz de épocas velhas boas
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- săo liars
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
eu năo posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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