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um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
conseqüentemente eu não posso
ao longo dos bancos
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
última meia-noite
talvez
deve ir para trás, disse
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
não do mundo largo do todo
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
os poetas dizem

 



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