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três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
não gire sua cabeça
diz de épocas velhas boas
eu sou o vento que wavers
existir da cisne
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu encho este copo
nobility da morte outra vez

 



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