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eu ouvi-os na noite
antes do saint de bronze solemn
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
era não para esse cheiro singular
um pássaro cantou
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
você é bonito e desvanecido
você diz que você me ama
nós que estiveram

 



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