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para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
felicidade
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
a festa real foi feita
porque sĂŁo as coisas que nĂŁo tĂŞm nenhuma morte
o mestre de destinies humanos Ă© mim
na esfera
travails da terra
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
um pensamento doce solemn
mas alas, sonhos justos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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