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perguntam-me onde eu estive
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
teria mesmo seu gracejo
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
diz de épocas velhas boas
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu disse
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente

 



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