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eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
dê-me a fome
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
é ido
e ainda andaram sobre
os céus que eram ashen e sober
a algum os deuses gordos
conseqüentemente eu não posso
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
porque

 



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