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embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
têm você ouvido
não gire sua cabeça
deixe-me ser sad
uma palavra do vôo de aqui e lá
uma tempestade está montando na maré
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



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