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quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
eu sei não onde
a escuridão rola para cima
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
a festa real foi feita
paredes e enorme elevados
você é meu companheiro
eighty anos passaram, e mais
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de

 



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