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conseqüentemente eu não posso
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
eu estou cantando-lhe
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
estourou o vinho feroz
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
gloom
acima dos prados ricos com milho
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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