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as canções velhas
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu estive
este é o arsenal
e nse
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
o alvorecer era verde maçã
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno

 



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