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era uma beleza nos dias
macia weeping
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
na meia-noite
tempestade
escute
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
você recorda
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida

 



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