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levantado dos mortos
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eighty anos passaram, e mais
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verão brilhada
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
última meia-noite
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
os dias melancólicos vieram
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
splendor doce
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
eu tive um medo em minha vida

 



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