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eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
antes do saint de bronze solemn
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
eu disse
uma milha atrás
de nossos lugares escondidos
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



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