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sadly falando
como um homem despido mim vai
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
veja que eu me dou a você
os prayers brancos pequenos
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
eu estive pelo casement aberto
ainda treze anos

 



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