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o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
deixe-nos plantar
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
caído assim
até sua janela da câmara
sadly falando
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
fala não bem

 



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