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eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
calma como que segundo vero
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
d-me
o justo e stately empregada domstica, cujos olhos
eu ouvi-os na noite
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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