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as montanhas são povos silenciosos
existir da cisne
todo meu amor para meu doce
poderíamos nós mas para saber
composto do loveliness sozinho
eu ouvi-os na noite
mil anos silenciosos há
se eu for muito certo
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
era uma beleza nos dias
na terra silenciosa
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
vinho velho a beber

 



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