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há uma hora do descanso calmo
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu ouvi-os na noite
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
pela ponte rude
os prayers brancos pequenos
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
é frequentemente não assim?

 



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