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ainda treze anos
a luz retirada
no alvorecer, disse
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
sob a folha dusky do laurel
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verăo brilhada
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
gloom
ao longo dos bancos
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma măo
eu disse
este é o arsenal

 



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