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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
eu quero saber onde você vive
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu prendo seu coração
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
conseqüentemente eu não posso
a festa real foi feita
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
em números mournful
para a verdade, para o amor

 



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