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eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
há qualquer um lá
os céus que eram ashen e sober
para a verdade, para o amor
sobre o rio, no monte
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
travails da terra
as canções velhas
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
algum queixou-se ao mestre

 



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