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eu não pray para a paz
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
sol e vento e batida do mar
a neve sussurra sobre mim
truely
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
quem estará nomeando o vento
não seja falso
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho

 



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