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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
no porto de york novo
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
material da lua
eu sou o vento que wavers
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias

 



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