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é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu vi com olhos abertos
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
estes sejam
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
uma tempestade está montando na maré

 



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