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sob a folha dusky do laurel
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu soube o silęncio das estrelas e do mar
sobre o rio beckon a mim
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
ao amante passionate
nobility da morte outra vez
năo há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atençăo e tendido
quem estará nomeando o vento

 



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