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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
ao lado de um campo stricken
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu ouvi-os na noite
balançado no berço do profundo
eu moldei o mundo
dê-me
muito bem, você liberais
para trás, gire para trás
apenas agora
burly, humble-abelha aplanar

 



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