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eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
pela ponte rude
sob a lua da colheita
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
raça elevado-carregada
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
os arcos da ponte vermelha
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá

 



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