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nós não éramos muitos
ao longo de um river-side
eu resido na montanha da tabela
porque
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
escuro-eyed
eu vi a primeira pera
eu sou o vento que wavers
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
estourou o vinho feroz
irmão, eu sou fogo
diz de épocas velhas boas
eighty anos passaram, e mais

 



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