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no alvorecer, disse
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
mundo que muda sob minha mão
o que nós fará agora
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu sei não onde
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
há uma hora do descanso calmo

 



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