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não gire sua cabeça
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
aflija-se não para o invisível
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
existir da cisne
em sua barraca guardada
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
em setembro

 



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