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as montanhas são povos silenciosos
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
em seu vôo
um history muito notável isto é
eu vi-o uma vez antes
eu ouvi-os na noite
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
em setembro
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes

 



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