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mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
os poetas dizem
irmão, eu sou fogo
são você vivo?
se ele
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
ao amante passionate
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
teria mesmo seu gracejo
diz de épocas velhas boas
do sol nem das estrelas
eu moldei o mundo

 



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