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este é o arsenal
eu sou o vento que wavers
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
de encontro à flama verde da hawthorn-árvore
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade

 



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