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as montanhas são povos silenciosos
composto do loveliness sozinho
eu encho este copo
eu estou morrendo
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
têm você andar visto através da vila
eu gosto d
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
você diz que você me ama
do sol nem das estrelas
a neve sussurra sobre mim
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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