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eu moldei o mundo
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
era uma beleza nos dias
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu năo queimo nenhum incense

 



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