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lá pela janela na casa velha
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
acima dos prados ricos com milho
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
no alvorecer, disse
eu sou velho e cego
na terra silenciosa
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
nós que estiveram
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
e como poderia você sonho da reunião

 



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