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a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
os arcos da ponte vermelha
para a verdade, para o amor
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
fraco-é voada a canção
as canções velhas
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
raça elevado-carregada
gloom

 



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