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a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
era não para esse cheiro singular
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
esta é a canção da juventude
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
escuro-eyed

 



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