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a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
para trás, gire para trás
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
eu estou cantando-lhe

 



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