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uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu disse
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
caído assim
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
em sua barraca guardada
todos tragam os anos
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
doce e forte

 



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