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para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
ao longo de um river-side
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
este é o arsenal
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
a algum os deuses gordos
os arcos da ponte vermelha
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
apenas agora
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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