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mundo que muda sob minha mão
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
para então without
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
não esteja irritado com mim
eu moldei o mundo
em números mournful
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
eu ouvi-os na noite

 



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