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cidade que não é uma cidade
sobre o rio, no monte
com o por do sol
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
bonito
este é o arsenal
completamente dos rasgos
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
nós não éramos muitos
veja, desta moeda falsa dele

 



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