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uma vez este turf macio
os céus que eram ashen e sober
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
irmăo, eu sou fogo
veja, eles retornam
as cançőes velhas
este é o navio da pérola
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
era uma oysterman novo alto

 



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