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eighty anos passaram, e mais
os prayers brancos pequenos
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
completamente dos rasgos
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
o que mim lhe devem
trançado e tecido
quietamente, com reverance, no awe

 



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