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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu resido na montanha da tabela
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
esse ano
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
nós que estiveram
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
olhar além
têm você andar visto através da vila

 



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