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limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
o ar é como uma borboleta
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
e pão do breaketh mais
havia um momento em anos anteriores
eu sou o vento que wavers

 



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