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eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
um olhar é mas um raio
a algum os deuses gordos
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
dentro de minha măo eu prendo
sobre o rio, no monte
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
e nse
um pássaro cantou
do sol nem das estrelas
eu estou cantando-lhe
macia agora a luz do dia

 



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