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algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu vi com olhos abertos
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eighty anos passaram, e mais
um history muito notável isto é

 



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