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a noite era preta e drear
receoso não mais, eu digo
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
sob a lua da colheita
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
doubtless eu recordo ainda
cidade que não é uma cidade
em e sobre
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
eu detestei-o
trançado e tecido

 



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