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eu vi com olhos abertos
eu amei uma mulher
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
agora quando meus bordos viverem
receoso não mais, eu digo
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
não gire sua cabeça
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
em sua barraca guardada

 



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