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eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
os dias melancólicos vieram
eu não queimo nenhum incense
quem é o corredor nos céus
tem um espaço livre, loveliness vento-protegido
na terra silenciosa
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
eu sou velho e cego
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars

 



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