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há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
alguns dias mais ventosos
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
dê-me
era uma beleza nos dias
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
nobility da morte outra vez
há uma hora do descanso calmo
a escuridão
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
as sombras dos navios

 



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