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short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
nós não éramos muitos
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
sob a folha dusky do laurel
raça elevado-carregada
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
havia um momento em anos anteriores
na terra silenciosa
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious

 



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