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os céus que eram ashen e sober
fora do mar sparkling
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu estou cantando-lhe
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
moonlight profundo e macio
acima dos prados ricos com milho
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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