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três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
onde deva mim encontre-o
quem estará nomeando o vento
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
como uma vela branca

 



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