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os prayers brancos pequenos
o corpo pode confinar
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
na terra silenciosa
alguns dias mais ventosos
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
não do mundo largo do todo
para a verdade, para o amor
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
última meia-noite

 



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