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o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
o que mim lhe devem
o alvorecer era verde maçã
eu moldei o mundo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
completamente dos rasgos
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
traga-me a canção macia

 



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