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friend poem

o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu estive
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
e meu nome é truthful
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
eu não queimo nenhum incense
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto

 



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