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eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
há qualquer um lá
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
em sua barraca guardada
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
levantado dos mortos
não seja falso

 



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