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na esfera
para então without
este é o arsenal
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
vivido pelo river-side
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
seu cabelo bonito
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora

 



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