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musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
eu sou velho e cego
ao amante passionate
apenas agora
uma pena do aço

 



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