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nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
irmão, eu sou fogo
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte

 



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