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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
eu vi a primeira pera
o mais saddest do ano
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
rosas e ouro
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
não permaneça não mais
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
uma pena do aço
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado

 



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