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um pássaro cantou
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
nós que estiveram
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
eighty anos passaram, e mais
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
você é bonito e desvanecido

 



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