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poem for pastors

com os olhos meek, marrons
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
ao longo dos bancos
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
apenas agora
como ela
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado

 



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