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uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
os céus que eram ashen e sober
acima de e para baixo vai
estes sejam
e ainda andaram sobre
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
homem frio stern
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres

 



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