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apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
muito bem, você liberais
fala não bem
os poetas dizem
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
têm você ouvido
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
passado unrelenting do thou
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
os dias melancólicos vieram
sumário em uma noite do vôo
nós não éramos muitos

 



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