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sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu estive pelo casement aberto
as montanhas sĂŁo povos silenciosos
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
mundo que muda sob minha mĂŁo

 



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