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é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu não pray para a paz

 



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