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receoso não mais, eu digo
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
vinho velho a beber
eu sou fevered
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
sadly falando
era uma beleza nos dias
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
nobility da morte outra vez

 



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