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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
algum queixou-se ao mestre
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
noite misteriosa
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
acima dos prados ricos com milho
a noite era preta e drear
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final

 



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