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em sua barraca guardada
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
splendor doce
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
porque
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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