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em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu estou morrendo
dentro desta sepultura humilde um conqueror encontra-se
fora do mar sparkling
nós não éramos muitos
o alvorecer era verde maçã
através do peito aching da terra larga
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
deve ir para trás, disse
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
qual se mantem
um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu

 



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