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quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu espero-o
lá pela janela na casa velha
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
eu sou velho e cego
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
poderíamos nós mas para saber

 



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