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e ainda andaram sobre
nós que estiveram
escuro-eyed
há qualquer um lá
carrinho aqui por meu lado
escute
a algum os deuses gordos
poderíamos nós mas para saber
irmão, eu sou fogo
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
como águias na elevação ascendente
como um homem despido mim vai
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
quietamente, com reverance, no awe

 



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