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eu ouvi-os na noite
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu gosto d
há uma hora do descanso calmo
sua cara Ă© justa e lisa e fina
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
a noite Ă© escura, e os ventos do inverno
diga-me
nobility da morte outra vez

 



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