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evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
última meia-noite
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
eu espero-o
eu não queimo nenhum incense
o doce com fern e levantou-se
em todas as coisas não faladas de
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
e ainda andaram sobre
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
desolado e solitário
eu moldei o mundo

 



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