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três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
travails da terra
você ouve a chuva?
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
alguns dias mais ventosos
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
um com você
eu não pray para a paz
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor

 



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