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abaixo do helm do guerreiro
os arcos da ponte vermelha
a noite era preta e drear
nós que estiveram
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
mas alas, sonhos justos
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas

 



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