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gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
deixe-nos plantar
ido antes de nós
não se aflija que sobre
porque
este é o arsenal
diga-me
não gire sua cabeça
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
irmão, eu sou fogo
no porto de york novo
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado

 



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