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nós que estiveram
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu vi a primeira pera
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
simplicity
travails da terra
temos nós nenhum shame?
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
cai aqui nenhuma luz
macio como a cama na terra
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
eu ofereci-os todo o farewell
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado

 



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