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todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
o prado estava rastejando
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
deve ir para trás, disse
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
é frequentemente não assim?
nós que estiveram
no porto de york novo
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno

 



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