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nós que estiveram
sadly falando
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
as canções velhas
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
para trás, gire para trás
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
os dias melancólicos vieram
quem é o corredor nos céus
noite misteriosa
as verdades terríveis estes sejam

 



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