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as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
com alegria e maravilha
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
os arcos da ponte vermelha
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu não pray para a paz
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos

 



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