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tempestade
travails da terra
era não para esse cheiro singular
eighty anos passaram, e mais
era uma beleza nos dias
eu vi com olhos abertos
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
sobre o rio, no monte
há um país completamente do vinho
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
conseqüentemente eu não posso

 



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