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eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
macio como a cama na terra
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
simplesmente falando
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
temos nós nenhum shame?
sob a folha dusky do laurel

 



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