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se eu for muito certo
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
esse ano
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu sou fevered
era muitas e muito um ano há
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
todo meu amor para meu doce
o que nós fará agora
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
na esfera
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta

 



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