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o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
jogaram uma pedra, vocĂŞ jogaram uma pedra
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eighty anos passaram, e mais
ao longo dos bancos
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu estou cantando-lhe
eu vi a primeira pera
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
sumário em uma noite do vôo

 



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