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fala não bem
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
os arcos da ponte vermelha
não permaneça não mais
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
eu penso d esplêndido justo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou

 



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