“Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches biased with light"
Nota da Fê: Uma palavra: A-r-r-e-p-i-a-n-t-e !!!
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