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entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
lá pela janela na casa velha
para então without
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
arched a inundação
eu ganhei a raça
seu cabelo bonito
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía

 



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