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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
na terra silenciosa
sobre o rio beckon a mim
em setembro
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
esse ano
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
composto do loveliness sozinho
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu ganhei a raça
sono, irmão cinzento da morte

 



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