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a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu prendo seu coraçăo
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
eu resido na montanha da tabela
năo esteja irritado com mim
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
mas alas, sonhos justos
no recolhimento da escuridăo e pedem

 



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