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a noite era preta e drear
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
com os olhos meek, marrons
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
existir da cisne
agite
uma milha atrás
através do peito aching da terra larga
a algum os deuses gordos

 



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