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este é o navio da pérola
a escuridão
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
cai aqui nenhuma luz
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
agora quando meus bordos viverem
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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