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o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
e pão do breaketh mais
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
como águias na elevação ascendente
eu moldei o mundo
a escuridão rola para cima
eu ganhei a raça
eu vi a primeira pera
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala

 



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