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material da lua
existir da cisne
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
o ar é como uma borboleta
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
mundo que muda sob minha mão
em sua barraca guardada
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu detestei-o
as sombras dos navios
eu estive pelo casement aberto
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade

 



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