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os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
é ido
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
eighty anos passaram, e mais
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
irmão, eu sou fogo
um history muito notável isto é
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
sob a lua da colheita

 



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