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um pêssego pequeno no pomar cresceu
no alvorecer, disse
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
última meia-noite
mundo que muda sob minha mão
levantado dos mortos
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
onde deva mim encontre-o
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
sol e vento e batida do mar
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
ido antes de nós
eu encho este copo

 



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