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o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
renove a visão do prazer
assim perdido
simplesmente falando
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
simplicity
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
o alvorecer era verde maçã

 



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