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fala não bem
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
os poetas dizem
se ele
o que mim lhe devem
o corpo pode confinar
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
lá pela janela na casa velha
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
veja, eles retornam
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras

 



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