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dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
desolado e solitário
conseqüentemente eu não posso
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu amei uma mulher

 



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