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short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
com alegria e maravilha
e nse
splendor doce
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
fraco-é voada a canção
diz de épocas velhas boas
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
noite misteriosa

 



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