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sad poem

quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu estou cantando-lhe
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu moldei o mundo
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado

 



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