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poem for pastors

o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
sabe uma liberação barata
havia um momento em anos anteriores
caído assim
trançado e tecido
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
as estrelas caíram do heaven
este é o navio da pérola
o que mim lhe devem
eu ouvi-os na noite
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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