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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
e assim vai
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
irmão, eu sou fogo
fraco-é voada a canção
eu vi com olhos abertos
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
há um país completamente do vinho
rosas e ouro

 



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