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e como poderia você sonho da reunião
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
algum queixou-se ao mestre
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
doce e forte
o que mim lhe devem
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
o ar é como uma borboleta

 



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