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poem for pastors

na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
cai aqui nenhuma luz
travails da terra
eu ouvi-os na noite
eu prendo seu coração
ido antes de nós
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
conseqüentemente eu não posso
a neve sussurra sobre mim
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas

 



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