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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
um olhar é mas um raio
as canções velhas
ruídos que strive rasgar
têm você andar visto através da vila
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
dê-me
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
têm você não ouvido

 



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