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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
ame-me no último, ou se você não
eu vi-o uma vez antes
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
em números mournful
na meia-noite
filhas do tempo
fraco-é voada a canção
estourou o vinho feroz
uma milha atrás
aflija-se não para o invisível

 



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