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alguns dias mais ventosos
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
até sua janela da câmara
macio como a cama na terra
e meu nome é truthful
são você acordado?
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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