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quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
receoso não mais, eu digo
agite
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
doubtless eu recordo ainda
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã

 



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