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não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
receoso não mais, eu digo
e meu nome é truthful
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
escute
sob a folha dusky do laurel
estes sejam
há um país completamente do vinho
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se

 



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