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escute
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
bonito
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
porque
sobre o rio, no monte
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
caras bonitas, tragical
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
sumário em uma noite do vôo
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele

 



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