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vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
eu soube o silęncio das estrelas e do mar
eu estou morrendo
o que mim lhe devem
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
irmăo, eu sou fogo
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
através do peito aching da terra larga

 



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