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ao lado de um campo stricken
eu moldei o mundo
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
glass-blower do tempo
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
em números mournful
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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