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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
minha me ensinou-me que cada noite
f4-lo vem sempre um jacar
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
cara esposa
mundo que muda sob minha mo
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
at sua janela da cmara
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma athirst

 



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