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a noite era preta e drear
passado unrelenting do thou
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
você diz que você me ama
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
levantado dos mortos
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
eu não pray para a paz
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo

 



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