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quando você vier hoje à noite
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
quem estará nomeando o vento
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
melhore do que o granito
estourou o vinho feroz
a escuridão rola para cima
este é o navio da pérola
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
eu detestei-o

 



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