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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
eu ganhei a raça
as canções velhas
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
agora quando meus bordos viverem
nós não éramos muitos

 



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