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ao lado de um campo stricken
havia um momento em anos anteriores
mundo que muda sob minha măo
eu sou o vento que wavers
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
completamente dos rasgos
estrela-poeira e luz vaporosa
eu disse, mim fechei meu coraçăo
o que mim lhe devem
no porto de york novo
eighty anos passaram, e mais
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razăo

 



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