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a algum os deuses gordos
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
conseqüentemente eu não posso
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
diga-me
qual se mantem
eu vi-o uma vez antes
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
a festa real foi feita

 



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