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o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
caído assim
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
este é o arsenal
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
é ido
eu ouvi-os na noite
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
perguntam-me onde eu estive
nobility da morte outra vez
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



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