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há um país completamente do vinho
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
no alvorecer, disse
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
porque assim sad meu encantador?
quem ama a chuva
mundo que muda sob minha mão
as montanhas são povos silenciosos

 



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