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um pássaro cantou
eu não queimo nenhum incense
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
esta é a canção da juventude
como águias na elevação ascendente
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
quem estará nomeando o vento
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
dê-me
ao longo dos bancos
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado

 



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