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para então without
estourou o vinho feroz
eu penso d esplêndido justo
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu sou fevered
eu amei uma mulher
os prayers brancos pequenos
nobility da morte outra vez
cai aqui nenhuma luz
pela ponte rude
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
última meia-noite
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim

 



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