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gloom
era o outono do ano
a algum os deuses gordos
estes sejam
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
levantado dos mortos
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
veja que eu me dou a você
dê-me

 



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