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sombras voadas que varrem perto
minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
năo se aflija que sobre
a festa real foi feita
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar

 



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